Poem Wandering Rain

Rain

In the city

Can’t find the melody

They fall from the sky

Not yet Really landing

Soon to be trampled and rolled over by the surging flow of people and traffic

There was no time to bloom

Looking for real rain

Go to the quiet country road

On the roof and on the ground

The rain falls

The melody on the ground awakens the sleeping heart

No noise

Floating down gently

They are spring flowers

They are graceful butterflies

They are simple and beautiful smiling faces< /p>

The rain in the city has no dreams

The rainwater that has not yet evaporated

but cannot nourish the land

Flows everywhere

In the end, he disappeared without a trace

Yu is just a wandering child in the city